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This is...somewhat hard to write. Not becuase it's emotional so much, but becuase I'm worried about how readers will react to it. I've recieved mostly negative reactions, when really, that makes things worse. I know it sounds selfish, wanting sympathy, but anything is better than all of the negative reactions. Really. So...
Last week, on Thursday, I went to the psychiatrist. Afterwards, when he was talking to my guardian (with me there), he told my guardian that I do, in fact, have depression and anxiety. He said it wasn't bad enough to need medicine...yet.
Since that day, for unknown reasons, I have become progressively more depressed. And my anxiety has gottenn much worse as well. As my dear friend Zanon mentioned to someone, anxiety can make people do bad things to themselves. This is true in my case. Currently, my right arm is sore and bruised. This is because I can't help hurting it, mostly biting for some reason. It's almost healed, but, most likely it won't completely heal for a long time. Why? My parents, why else?
I know I sound even more selfish, complaining abou my parents when they're together and happy (when I'm not around). But I did learn at the psychiartrist that I've never really even met my biological father, which upsets me. But, back on topic. My parents aren't doing anything to help my depressin. If anything, my mother is making much much worse. the other day, she was driving me to school. She, in a very negative/irritable tone, asked me why I was so depressed. I tried telling her and she lies to me and does nothing to try and help me. Gah! When you try to confide in someone, they should be supportive and consoling, especially when they are the ones asking what's wrong, you know?
Wel, that's the end of my rant. *kept almost crying while writing but didn't* :'D?
 Le Prince Egoiste · Sat Jan 27, 2007 @ 05:03pm · 1 Comments |
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